I met her in a treehouse ridin' shotgun;
I can still recall the neon sign she wore;
She was weighted down with Twinkies with Miss Piggy,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore;
I shrieked in pain I'd punch her out forever;
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly;
But who'd have thought she'd freak out at her health club;
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.
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